Sometimes, I wonder if my writing is any good or if it makes an impact

Today, I read "A Whisper in the Ear of the Eternal" at an open mic night. When I went back to my seat, the person sitting next to me had tears in her eyes, and said she had lost her husband recently. She said my words touched her deeply.

I sometimes forget I'm writing for one person, and sometimes, that person is sitting right next to me.

So, thank you.